I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Song Shiqiu looked at Lin Jin's expression and asked, "Has this happened?"

"Yes, but it's nothing serious, don't worry, sir." Lin Jin nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, sir, although the princess is young, she is not completely unreasonable."

Those who are willing to drink chicken soup are good children.

"Young? She is two years older than you." Song Shiqiu was amused by Lin Jin's statement, "Be more careful and don't be so defenseless against everyone."

Lin Jin calculated Fang Yuzhu's age. Even if she was two years older, she was still a sophomore in high school. She was indeed a young girl.

She raised her eyelids, feeling helpless. She didn't understand why Song Shiqiu thought she was so easy to bully. Even if she didn't have any ability, she would at least pretend to protect herself: "My Lord, you are right. A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. If someone really wants to harm you, they will come up with endless ways to do it. How can you defend against them? I'm not afraid of being attacked openly, but I'm afraid of being attacked from behind."

People's hearts are hidden, and those who harbor evil intentions are truly scary.

When people live in this world, it all depends on their ability to judge people. If they fail to judge people and are harmed by those close to them, that would be truly tragic. Fang Yuzhu's dislike for her was at least made public. Although her words seemed harsh, it was actually human nature if one looked at it from their perspective.

"I'm asking you to be more careful." Song Shiqiu felt uncomfortable with the reproachful look.

"Why do I need to be so cunning? I'm not trying to scheme against anyone. It's enough for me to be able to tell who is sincere to me." Lin Jin didn't know where Song Shiqiu got so many malicious assumptions about these girls. "I'll go back first."

If someone harms someone for such a small matter, it only means that there is a flower of evil in the other person's heart. Even if it is not because of this, he will sooner or later take action for other things.

Alas, I don’t know if I can still get things like solar batteries in the future.

What Lin Jin is most concerned about now is the affairs of Shangshan Hall and the fields. With the rice seeds provided by Chunzao, the rice yield will definitely increase next year. However, low grain prices hurt farmers, while high rice prices hurt people, and you can't have both. So what should you do?

How can we ensure the interests of the people without harming the interests of farmers?

She shook her head and stopped herself from thinking about these things. After all, it would take another two years for the rice yield to be high enough to affect the price of rice. There were only so many rice seeds available, and they could only be used to plant one acre of land. The follow-up was the key point. Before that, Song Shiqiu would definitely be able to think of a solution.

The injuries of Xunmian and the others have healed a lot. Although they still have to sleep on their stomachs every day, they have been able to arrange some basic daily life. So even though they have not followed Lin Jin around during this period, they have managed the Bikong Courtyard in good order.

Xunmian saw Lin Jin coming back with a worried look on his face and asked softly what happened. When he knew Lin Jin's worry, he burst out laughing.

"You are making fun of me." Lin Jin pretended to be angry and wanted to make trouble for Xunmian and Xing'er.

"Isn't it just a joke on you, young lady? Do you know why the girls in the women's academy are not keen on fame and fortune?" Xing'er smiled and poured tea for Lin Jin.

Lin Jin held up her face. She really didn’t know this: “You guys know?”

"Of course, since the year the imperial examination was handed over to you, every year, successful candidates have to serve as officials in remote prefectures or poor areas for three years. Only if they do well can they be transferred back to the capital." Xunmian was helpless. Why don't these girls care about anything? "Those girls are afraid that they will also be demoted after becoming female officials."

Lin Jin couldn't help but applaud: "You want these too, No. 1 scholar?"

Could Song Shiqiu's thinking be more advanced? Isn't this the modern version of the "Three Supports and One Assistance"?

"Of course we treat everyone equally, even the children of officials are included. Otherwise, it would be in vain to take the exam for honors." Xunmian nodded affirmatively. If he didn't treat everyone equally, how could he convince the public? After all, this was the example set by the adults themselves back then.

Lin Jin was convinced, really convinced. She would never argue with Song Shiqiu again. She felt like a nitpicker if she argued with such a person.

"Not to mention being demoted, there is also Bai He watching you in the dark. You don't even know who is Bai He among the people around you. Whether you want to be promoted or just want to be a small official, you have to work for the people peacefully."

"Then...what if that person is good friends with Bai He?" Lin Jin knew how powerful the Bai He Army was, but this was also a point that she didn't understand. The Bai He Army had people from all over the country, but the emperor was far away, and if Bai He had second thoughts, no one could control him. Bai He supervised all the officials, so who would supervise Bai He?

"Generally speaking, white cranes don't know whether other white cranes are white cranes or not. Each white crane is trained individually, and white cranes are divided into civil cranes and martial cranes." Xunmian and Xing'er looked at each other. They were in a different situation.

Xunmian and Xing'er are literary cranes, while Lanxi and Pingwu are martial cranes.

One is responsible for supervision and the other is responsible for interrogation, and they cooperate with each other.

Now Lin Jin really understood. It turned out that with Bai He monitoring each other, the officialdom was actually a huge werewolf game, and Bai He was like a witch, who would kill anyone who showed up, regardless of friend or foe.

If she could get in touch with her best friend, Lin Jin really wanted her to stop focusing on the love line and explain to her the official system of this era. Otherwise, she would seem like an idiot here, not knowing things that everyone else knew.

"So, young lady, just rest assured. The master is very capable. There is no need for you to worry about such things." Xunmian walked behind Lin Jin and rubbed Lin Jin's temples. "Young lady, just do what you want to do with peace of mind. No matter what the result is, the master is here."

Lin Jin thought about it and it made sense. Song Shiqiu had a far-sighted vision. How could he not see what she had figured out? She had never been good at this area. People's livelihood and national policies were Song Shiqiu's comfort zone. Professionals should do professional things, so it was better to leave these to him.

"This is the first time in my life that I have this feeling." Lin Jin pursed her lips slightly, feeling mixed emotions.

It feels really good to have someone to back you up and to have the cost of trial and error. You don’t have to walk on thin ice, fearing that one wrong step will lead you into the abyss.

At this time, Lin Jin didn't know how many poisons and hidden weapons Tu Huaining had prepared for her that night, and how much torture the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace had suffered that night because Tu Huaining had poisoned him in a hurry.

The prince lay on the bed in a mess, his back pierced by silver needles like a hedgehog, his forehead covered in cold sweat: "Why... does it hurt so much this time?"

It clearly didn’t hurt at all the first few times I drew the poison.

"Because this time the residual poison is the most stubborn, it will naturally hurt. How can a dignified prince not even bear this little pain?" Tu Huaining lied without changing his expression, and then glanced at him with great disdain, "You have no spine."

Prince: "?"

This is called a little pain. He even suspected that Tu Huaining used the word "a little" inaccurately. If this kind of pain of having bones broken bit by bit is called a little pain, then the torture in Daxia can't be considered torture.

"Miss Huaining, I am teaching you a lesson." The prince gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure the pain. He could lose anything, but he could not lose his dignity as a man and the royal dignity. "I, I am learning from you."

Tu Huaining looked at the prince's tense muscles and wiped off the blood without any guilt: "After tonight, your body will slowly get better, but don't rush it. You have been poisoned for many years and there are still lesions in your body. You need to use warming and nourishing methods to recuperate. After you have recovered, you will be fine even if you go to fight a bull."

Prince: "..."

Why is he fighting with the bull? Could this man be a miracle doctor?

"Let me be frank with you. I am going back to the Valley of Divine Doctors this time. If my cousin is still a girl from the Lin family when I come back, I can let you experience this pain all over again." Tu Huaining looked at the prince coldly. Her poison skills were much more sophisticated than her medical skills.